Though this may be coming to you a little late, I sincerely hope that that fact does not detract from the meaning of this blog entry. With that being said, let’s begin.
I’ll be honest. I’ve been typing and deleting text for the past five or so minutes, trying to think of a good way to start this letter off. Staring at uninspiring text just plain sucks, in my opinion, so I decided to go with a more unconventional approach: that is, starting off with a mixed first person and third person omniscient point of view. But I think I’m getting off-topic.
Anyway, I’m really glad that I got to know you better last year. While we first met during our freshman year (wow, it feels weird saying that now that high school is over) in Art, we didn’t really become close until junior year, when we had IB Art and Bio together. During that year, we shared some really great times, and made lots of memories. I’ll never forget our art museum trips and the fun that we had with Alan, Charlsie, and Spencer. Man, we were such a great group. It was during that year that I discovered how awesome of a person you really were: fun, caring, and always smiling. Your attitude was contagious, and oftentimes, talking with you would liven my day and help me forget my worries, if only for a period or two a day.
When I found out that you were dropping IB, I was naturally sad, but I knew that we would continue to talk, so that sort of ameliorated the problem. However, when I heard that you had moved during the start of our senior year, I was genuinely disappointed. Now, I’m glad that we were able to keep in touch thanks to Facebook and AIM, despite the miles that separated us.
All in all, knowing you has been great, and having you as a part of my life has been even better. I’m not going to say “good luck” because I know that you won’t need me to. After all, we all make our own luck, right?
With my warmest regards,